The stork brought a little present;
Dropped it in our yard the night of July 25 --
A squirmy, lost
Flea-infested pup.
Now, a lunar cycle later
She lives here.
Over the past 30 days
I’ve decided to surrender her to the Rescue
Four separate times.
But then couldn’t go through with it,
Cried all night -- not the dog -- me.
I can’t go many places any more
Not for more than an hour or so.
I am on carpet patrol,
House training alert
Sometimes, often, at my wit’s end.
Why why why?
Why go through all this?
My heart has been stolen
By Sookie Moon.
Alias “Puppa.”
I wonder,
On the good days,
If I'm the one
Who's Rescued.
